While Taco was busy sticking his tongue out at me on Easter, the BF was busy chowing down on some “Italian Love Cake” that his aunt made. Lucky for me, she gave him some to take back to me (his family is awesome!) and I’ve been sneaking bites since. I’ve never had Italian love cake before; never even heard of it. But gosh darn it, it’s the only thing I want to eat now. It’s amazing. Light, fluffy, pudding-y, buttery, and just downright delicious. Stopping myself after just a bite or two is becoming increasingly difficult. “Love” cake, indeed. 🙂